“But—”
“Did you know he was going to do this?”
My shoulders sag. “Of course, not.”
“Then you’ll leave it at that.”
“Where is Corey now?” Harrison asks.
Underneath me, Nate’s muscles tense. “We don’t know. Ethan has an active job in Charleston, so he had his men on a plane to Georgia right away, but Corey is MIA. The other guy definitely called him once I spotted and ran after him.”
“Fuck,” Harrison replies.
“So what does that mean?”
“It means we sit back and let Ethan do his job.”
I think for a moment.
“He has a cabin in the Blue Ridge Mountains, in South Carolina. I’ve never been, but he loves it there.”
Nate takes out his phone immediately and texts Ethan, who messages back just as fast, saying they’re already on it.
“What will happen when you find him? Will you call the police?”
The room goes quiet. Not one person makes a peep.
Finally, Leo, who’s been unusually quiet, speaks up. “No. No police. Matteo’s cousins will handle him.”
A shiver rakes over my body, and a bad feeling turns in my gut.
They’re the Mafia…
Today has been such a whirlwind; I haven’t had a second to really digest who is actually helping us.
The Mafia.
Holy hell.
I swallow my unease and just come out and ask my question, “They won’t kill him, will they?”
“No,” Nate says sternly, holding me tight against his body.
“But he will be taught a lesson,” Leo adds. “In the worst possible way.”
“No one fucks with the Davenport-Morales family,” Harrison states with conviction.
“And I think that’s enough of this discussion. I’m starving,” Javier cuts in, and just like that, everyone snaps out of it, and dinner is served as if nothing happened.
Like my ex didn’t almost drug my love.
Or have me stalked.
What universe are we living in?
I look at everyone, going about their night, totally unfazed…even Mase.
“Claudina Rosa. Dinner time,” Seb yells up the steps.
